Molly looked at them and nodded slightly before she placed the Lady Amaltheas cloak up to hang off a sharp jutting of stone from the wall. Pushing her hair back she glanced towards the top of the stairs and wondered to herself for a time before turning back to Amon and Ser Carver.

	"Yes, let me finish preparing the evening meal. You should be able to speak with the king come morning. He will be occupied this evening," she remarked as she wiped her hands on the tattered apron which hung around her waist.

	"You will forgive me, but we have no dining hall for guests, you are welcome to eat in the kitchen," she said in a remorseful voice. "After which I can show you to some quarters for the evening unless you would rather return to the village to dine and rest there."